Inspired by this good tweet—
Children are obsessive types. I knew more about dinosaurs as a 7-year-old than I will ever know about anything ever. But sometimes, an assignment latches onto our sponge-like little brains and never lets go.
Life is a strange thing, isn’t it? I had no idea, for example, that after many years spent not playing or following sports, I would one day become the deputy editor of Deadspin following the untimely death of Barry Petchesky. And yet, here I am. The deputy editor of Deadspin.
Today, crazy winds wreaked havoc on the Northeast, blowing over trees, knocking out power, and causing a bunch of people on an airplane to barf their brains out.
Some people have “good” skin, some people have “bad” skin, some people just don’t give a shit about the visible condition of their skin. Personally, I have what I call “problem skin” and boy, do I like buying a bunch of random chemicals to try to beat it into submission.
Here’s a rock-dumb hypothetical the staff has been arguing about for a few hours: If you were forced to choose two groups of fighters from the following draft class of eight kinds of animals and one guy with a gun, what’s the best possible defense you can construct for yourself against the remaining seven?
The most miserable way to watch your favorite team lose a big game is unquestionably through a miraculous comeback like Falcons fans endured last year. But what about the two other extreme options, a close game that comes down to the wire or a game that was never competitive to begin with? This year’s NFL playoffs…
I’ve been listening to a lot of KC and the Sunshine Band lately. Probably too much, by most definitions, but these extended cuts of ’70s songs on YouTube have been awesome for my productivity.
We are still on the case of the Mad Pooper, but if you too have any similar stories of mid-run poop problems, please email me at email@example.com.
Kids are captivated by the most random things, including some athletes who weren’t actually all that great. Let’s remember some guys—here are some of the Deadspin staff’s old, strange loves, with varying levels of explanation:
Perhaps the best perk of living in California, better than proximity to robber barons or weed, is the ubiquitous presence of fruit trees. Anecdotally speaking, everyone has a dang lemon, orange, plum, or avocado tree. Even when our fair state was in the worst throes of the mega drought, one could grow healthy batches…
I’m watching water polo right now, and it was maybe 20 minutes into the match, as the players yet again swam from one end of the pool to another on a change of possession, that I realized I would just give up then and there. I’m a fine enough swimmer, but it’s exhausting just to toss around a frisbee in ocean water…
The other day we were talking about a sports media figure who was having a Twitter meltdown, standing behind a take they seemingly truly believed in even though it was self-evidently bad. And it got us thinking, what is the wildest sports take that you sincerely believe?
We did this earlier in the week, but with general huge news stories. Since this is nominally a sports website, let’s discuss: What is your earliest sports memory?
So, here’s the single best discussion happening right now:
The NHL Draft is tonight, because the NHL is very good at scheduling events for nights no one will be home to watch it. Auston Matthews will go No. 1, Patrik Laine will go No. 2, Jesse Puljujarvi will go No. 3, and after that, the only sure thing is that some teams’ picks will fill them with regret for years to come.
I’m still high off basketball. Last night I felt like I was on drugs, alternately near tears and euphoric. I think I slept with a huge grin on my face. This is weird, because I do not care about the Cavaliers in the least.